I recently re-started my journey to develop my relationship with God. In doing so, I purchased the viral two part Bible Study Workbook. The first book I'm reading is Genesis. And one of the first lessons explains that God allowed Adam to name all the living creatures of the Earth because God allowed man to have dominion over all the things on Earth. Names indicate who and/or what these things become.
The author urged us to then look up the meaning of our names. So, I did. Below are my findings and thoughts.
Origin: Greek, Scandanavian, Russian, Norwegian, Hindu
Meanings (adjectives): pure i.e., spotless, virtuous, Godly, unblemished, righteous, innocent.
Hindu prefix, "Kar" means (noun): flower.
You've got to be kidding me. Right?!
It all makes so much sense now. By divine creation of God, I am to be fruitful. Flowers pollinate and multiply; outside of beauty, the essence of their existence is to give birth to more flowers.
I lead my life through love and giving my heart to everyone. But it was always something I envied and couldn't understand why. Why do I keep giving love to others more than they give me? It never feels fully reciprocated in return, but I do it regardless.
Now I know why. God divinely created me to be a lover, to be pure of heart, to be virtuous, righteous, innocent and loving. I am to wear my heart on my sleeve because it makes me who God created me to be. And I realize now that deep in my soul I am meant to share this love, and create in love.
Just about a month ago I had a dream I was in a fluffy white bed, laying on my right side with my right arm propping up my head so I could watch TV. I don't remember what was on the TV but the room was very bright. And then I heard a tiny, innocent giggle. When I looked down near my right arm, laying in the curve of my breast and stomach was a bright-eyed, curly haired baby boy. His hair was jet black. And he wore a emerald green onesie that had polka dots or stripes or some pattern all over it. They pattern was white. I smiled because he was kicking his little feet to get my attention. So I laughed, and he giggled. Then I heard a voice, and man came walking into the room and saying "I'm coming to take my son so mama can get some rest." I laughed and scooped the precious baby boy up in my arms and handed him over to the man. The baby cooed, the man smiled at him; then he leaned down, kissed me and turned to walk out of the room. The scent of Paco Rabanne lingered in the air. He looked rugged, wearing a white t-shirt, and his hair was jet black and curly. He was bare feet. He reminded me of WC.
If you believe God the way I do, you believe that nothing exist without purpose. You also believe that names tell us who we are and/or who we are to become.
Now that I know the meaning and origin of my name, from today moving forward, I will embrace who I'm meant to be.
Kareena is righteous. Spotless. Virtuous. Love. My love is not a curse, it's a gift.
P.S., next week we will resume the regularly scheduled programming.